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Commercial : Fashion : Editorial : TravelWed, 17 Dec 2014 16:11:02 +0000en-UShourly1http://wordpress.org/?v=Baby Reynoldshttp://www.amandareynolds.com/baby-reynolds/
http://www.amandareynolds.com/baby-reynolds/#commentsWed, 17 Dec 2014 16:11:02 +0000Amanda Reynoldshttp://www.amandareynolds.com/?p=788Continue reading →]]>As many of you may have heard, we are in the process of adopting!! Ruben is very excited about his future baby brother or sister! To help offset the costs of adoption, I’ve created Indianapolis postcard packs, featuring a curated look into some of my favorite images around the city. Each pack contains twenty postcards and can be purchased for $20. All proceeds go to the adoption!

Dear Indy peeps: I’m working on a personal project, and I’d love to photograph you. Any of you, all of you. Well, maybe I’ll have to limit it at some point. As most art projects go, this is an evolving concept.

This is me, in my still space. I’m a nature lover at heart, which is where I most find my centering. Since I’ve become an urban dweller, I’ve had to rediscover “my still space.” I run here, I sit here, I stand on my head here, I breathe the fresh air here, I meditate and pray here. It’s my happy space at this juncture in my life.

So, what about you? Maybe it’s your car, a nook in your home, the top of the highest spot in the city, in a coffee shop with a book. Maybe it’s not a space, but rather a state of mind that can be found anywhere. It’s all about you, and your special spot in the city. I’m preferably looking for people that live in or close to the downtown area. I’ll entertain the suburbs, but the heart of the project focuses on the city.

Interested?? Please shoot me a quick email with your info to: hello@amandareynolds.com. I’m looking to fill all available spots during the month of July.

I often wish I were a writer, and greatly admire those who are. However, I gladly accept that my true talent is not with words. I do enjoy the process of writing. Sometimes scribbling words on a page that flow from a place deep within helps me to express something intangible. Although it never comes out quite as eloquently as I’d like, it’s a freeing process, and one that I believe truly helps me become a better photographer.

A couple weeks ago I was feeling this surge of creative energy, in my gut and swirling upward towards my heart. It was so overwhelming I didn’t even know what to do with it. So, I just grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started writing. This is what came out. It’s not overly profound, and feels to me like someone from the outside could read it and think it sounds trite, or too artsy fartsy. Well, I’m ok with that, because I know it’s real to me

What’s special about it is that I can feel myself entering a new season of vulnerability, with both myself and my art. I’m entering new territory, that although sometimes seems scary as hell, I’m quite ok with it. Life is never static and always changing. As I learn to embrace this truth with open arms, I realize that the gifts and talents I’ve been so blessed with can be used for a greater good than I could ever dream up.

]]>http://www.amandareynolds.com/beautiful-model-beautiful-boutique/feed/0Time for Three (tf3), promise of eternal springhttp://www.amandareynolds.com/time-for-three-tf3-promise-of-eternal-spring/
http://www.amandareynolds.com/time-for-three-tf3-promise-of-eternal-spring/#commentsSun, 21 Apr 2013 15:30:31 +0000Amanda Reynoldshttp://www.amandareynolds.com/?p=736Continue reading →]]>As I entered the humid abyss (also known as the Catacombs) below the City Market, I thought to myself what kind of eternal spring rises from this? I mean, it’s a kick ass space, but shouldn’t we be in a garden right now?

It’s been a long, brutal winter and I’ve perhaps become a little calloused by its wrath. Then, the trio started tuning their instruments and filling the musky air with their delightful music. Out of the damp, dark earth appeared the promise of eternal spring. My temporary doubt was quickly silenced by the sounds of spring echoing in the catacombs. It was a surreal experience I hope to never forget.